Sense of Place challenge - poems

10- See into Stone --- blitz by legerdemer

See into Stone

As far as the crow flies
As far as the eye can see
See the light
See eye to eye
Eye for an eye
Eye in the sky
Sky light
Sky high
High as a kite
High hopes
Hope against hope
Hope springs eternal
Eternal summer shall not fade
Eternal shame
Shame and scorn
Shame on you
You got it coming to you
You don't have a leg to stand on
On a short leash
On your toes
Toes the line
Toes in the air
Air your dirty linen
Air tight
Tight as the bark on a tree
Tight as a drum
Drum and fife
Drum out of town
Town and gown
Town and country
Country bumpkin
Country gentleman
Gentleman well bred
Gentleman scholar
Scholar's tongue
Scholar's melancholy
Melancholy strain
Melancholy night
Night owl
Night and day
Day break
Day late and dollar short
Short fuse
Short end of the stick
Stick to your guns
Sticks and stones
Stone's throw away
Stone face
Face
Away...
 
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It is, I've used the term as a noun, it's pronounced wiz-e-wig

If anything WYSIWYG is an acronym but if you look at the poem the actual words have been spelled out in full which isn't in the rules for an Acrostic.
According to Turco, an Acrostic is a poem whose initial letters of each line, when read down, give a name, or a phrase.
 
If anything WYSIWYG is an acronym but if you look at the poem the actual words have been spelled out in full which isn't in the rules for an Acrostic.
According to Turco, an Acrostic is a poem whose initial letters of each line, when read down, give a name, or a phrase.

WYSIWYG
ˈwizēˌwiɡ/
adjective COMPUTING
denoting the representation of text on screen in a form exactly corresponding to its appearance on a printout.

Dictionary.com

WYSIWYG
[wiz-ee-wig] Computers.
Spell Syllables
Word Origin
adjective
1.
of, relating to, or noting a screen display that shows text exactly as it will appear in printed output, including underlining, various typefaces, as italics, line spacing, end-of-line breaks, and paragraph indentations.

noun
2.
a WYSIWYG display:
This program won't give you true WYSIWYG, but it does show boldface text and underlining.

British Dictionary definitions for WYSIWYG

WYSIWYG
/ˈwɪzɪˌwɪɡ/
noun acronym, adjective acronym, acronym (computing)
1.
what you see is what you get: referring to what is displayed on the screen being the same as what will be printed out

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A) Language evolves. New words enter our dictionaries every day, every year. WYSIWIG is by now an old computing term - it's had a long time to enter our vocabulary as more than an acronym, as you see above.

B) I don't see why, if the first letters of each line make a word, it would be "illegal" if, in addition, the first words in the lines spelled out a phrase. As long as the rules are met, going farther seems immaterial, at least to me.

But then, I'm kind of flexible that way.
 
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WYSIWYG
ˈwizēˌwiɡ/<clip>
[A) Language evolves. New words enter our dictionaries every day, every year. WYSIWIG is by now an old computing term - it's had a long time to enter our vocabulary as more than an acronym, as you see above.

B) I don't see why, if the first letters of each line make a word, it would be "illegal" if, in addition, the first words in the lines spelled out a phrase. As long as the rules are met, going farther seems immaterial, at least to me.

But then, I'm kind of flexible that way.

Annie's a stickler for form. TBH we had a challenge set by, I think, Eve or Lauren using FOAF as the inspiration/title. It was years ago but I dug this up for old times sake.


FOAF an acrostic X 4

The Widower

For all his antisocial ways,
of distances maintained,
a feeling of some separateness
from people he disdained
felt fitting to him but he
often spoke out loud,
an effort to release himself
from this silent, thunderous cloud.

Friends and kin would shun him now
old slights recalled anew.
All would condemn his self-defense
from pain they never knew.
Fresh strength grew from his loneliness
obdurate and cold,
a shield from all the hurt and pain
for one old man to hold.
 
Your original thread was 'Challenge yourself on the technical side as well' and I can't see how changing the rules of how each form is written to suit yourself does that, might as well change them all. But hey it's your challenge, so it's up to you what you allow. By the way the author of this piece could well have invented a new form to be named by them! On reflection this has actually given me an idea to change around another form which I will attempt to write for another challenge :D
 
Your original thread was 'Challenge yourself on the technical side as well' and I can't see how changing the rules of how each form is written to suit yourself does that, might as well change them all. But hey it's your challenge, so it's up to you what you allow. By the way the author of this piece could well have invented a new form to be named by them! On reflection this has actually given me an idea to change around another form which I will attempt to write for another challenge :D

I think this variation makes forming an acrostic more difficult. uh oh Annie's up to something.....:D
 
11- Untitled --- by Piscator


At last the shivering stops
as the sleeping bag, air mattress
and tent warm from body heat.
Later I stumble from the dark tent
into a full moon, coldly glowing
over a forest of silhouette trees and
a deafening silence broken only
by the call of a distant Barred Owl.
The silver stream of piss steams as
it splatters on the ground; a quick shake,
then back to a warm bag to sleep till dawn
which brings blue sky and a south wind
to fan a reluctant campfire and heat
a soon to boil kettle of coffee water.
A pair of loons surface, close enough
to see the bars of their necklaces, before
they disappear under the dark water.
As the sun crests the eastern hill, I move to
the shore to greet it, basking in its warmth
slowly spinning like a Crookes’ sun mill.​
 
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At last the shivering stops
as the sleeping bag, air mattress
and tent warm from body heat.
Later I stumble from the dark tent
into a full moon, coldly glowing
over a forest of silhouette trees and
a deafening silence broken only
by the call of a distant Barred Owl.
The silver stream of piss steams as
it splatters on the ground; a quick shake,
then back to a warm bag to sleep till dawn
which brings blue sky and a south wind
to fan a reluctant campfire and heat
a soon to boil kettle of coffee water.
A pair of loons surface, close enough
to see the bars of their necklaces, before
they disappear under the dark water.
As the sun crests the eastern hill, I move to
the shore to greet it, basking in its warmth
slowly spinning like a Crookes’ sun mill.​

I like this, because it vividly captures those midnight bladder breaks that I have done so often when camping. My criticism is this, though: it doesn't seem to be a poem where the setting plays an integral role. It seems to be a poem that is just a setting. I'm not apprehending any sort of metaphor. Am I missing it? Also, why is it centered?
 

At last the shivering stops
as the sleeping bag, air mattress
and tent warm from body heat.
Later I stumble from the dark tent
into a full moon, coldly glowing
over a forest of silhouette trees and
a deafening silence broken only
by the call of a distant Barred Owl.
The silver stream of piss steams as
it splatters on the ground; a quick shake,
then back to a warm bag to sleep till dawn
which brings blue sky and a south wind
to fan a reluctant campfire and heat
a soon to boil kettle of coffee water.
A pair of loons surface, close enough
to see the bars of their necklaces, before
they disappear under the dark water.
As the sun crests the eastern hill, I move to
the shore to greet it, basking in its warmth
slowly spinning like a Crookes’ sun mill.​

I'd guess Piscator, wasn't he going canoeing?
 
The poets who contributed to this challenge are:

AlwaysHungry
Ashesh9
Greenmountaineer
GuiltyPleasure
Legerdemer
Pelegrino
Piscator
RuBiDia
UnderYourSpell


I will give you one more day to make some guesses, and add more comments, should you so be moved, then will post attributions tomorrow evening or Sunday morning.

Thanks, all.
 
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